Schism In My Heart
by Ananya S. Guha / August 7th, 2022
There are roads Kashmir
which lead to nowhere
but you know how they sit
on your body and stifle you
I can hear the gun shots from here
You are impervious to weeping
And when the flower blooms
you see disaster in red
Are your children and women weeping?
Are your mountains rigid?
As snow falls
Take the fault lines
Be quiet
The soporific valley is taciturn
And the river flows in smudges of red
I sitting here can only listen to the news
But you will keep on calling
Causing a schism in my heart.
Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India, where he was born and brought up. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for the last forty years. His poetry has been published in both electronic and print formats such as: Indian Literature, Other Voices, Osprey Journal, Glasgow Review, The Literary Nest, Up The Staircase, Asia Writes, Art Arena, Praxis Online, Muse India, Your One Phone Call, In Between Hangovers, The Peeking Cat Magazine, Post Colonial Text among others. He has also written widely on educational and social matters. He has ten collections of poetry and his poetry has been anthologized in various collections of Indian poetry in English. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding.
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This article was posted on Sunday, August 7th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
